and the mission is;:

It upset Momo; that's the only reason Nene had this mission statement not-so-gently shoved into his pocket. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing labored, fingers tearing across the posters taped and stapled to the walls around the village. He'd been at it for a good ten minutes and his rage still hadn't subsided; the idiocy behind the anarchy was annoying enough and caused Nene to have scanned over the mission a few times before, but it was a different thing altogether when it bothered Momo. The lewd comments and blatant pornography had negatively caught her attention one day when out shopping; screeching in indignance and going straight to the Tsuguren household to recount the event. She hadn't done it for sympathy or to ask Nene to do something about it, simply to complain as friends are won't to do; though she should have known better.

His original intention was to go straight out and kick the bastard's ass himself before he talked himself into grabbing the mission first; might as well get paid for the justice he was about to serve. The posters were defiling the pride of Kumogakure, moreso, and the more he thought about it the more angry he became. He barreled down the streets, torn strips of paper flying through the air in a frenzy; a gruff sigh of anger building up in his throat. Oh, he'd show the kid.

He finally caught on to the trail, cursing himself for never training in any form of sensory, and followed the papers tossed along the streets. Of course, cliche as it was, he found himself in an alley; a single leaky pipe the only other noise in the area- much more pleasant than the snickering he heard. His eyes narrowed immediately and centered on the figure of the anarchist; a male about his age, greasy looking and obviously a total sleazeball. Exactly the type of person Nene had no time for. The angry Genin pushed a hand through his hair, parting the untidy mess of red and shaking off frustrated sweat. "I'm cutting this short, because I'm damn pissed right now and it's all your fault. I have a mission to stop what you're doing- and you upset my best friend. That's reason enough for me to break every bone in your body, though lucky for you that isn't allowed. Instead, I'm going to maybe just break your legs and take you back to the mission station with me to turn you in. You can fight back, of course, but there's really no point to doing so."

The anarchist hadn't noticed Nene stepping into the alley opening, jumping at his voice and turning around- glasses down the bridge of his nose and a stack of the offensive posters clutched in grimy little hands. He began to visibly shake as Nene spoke, stepping backwards and bumping into the wall behind him before reaching into his pocket and dragging out a broken-down kunai blade. "I-I... E-excuse me... I don't think-..." He squeaked, holding the blade in defense and pointing it directly at his opposition. "Y-you better... run away now! I'm warning you- I'm a chunnin!" Nene wasn't bothered by this news at all, holding a free hand to his lips and yawning. Sure, the guy might have some hidden tricks, but at the moment he looked like nothing more than some basement-dwelling idiot.

That was good enough for him to take action, drawing a kunai of his own and charging straight at the criminal. There was no glint of amusement or excitement in his eyes, no tell-tale smile of the thrill of battle; he was angry, and he was tired. This wasn't going to last long at all.

Indeed it didn't, Nene easily beating the kunai blade away with his own and then dropping the weapon in favor of punching the dude straight in the gut- chakra induced fist shoving him painfully into the alley wall and knocking him unconscious. The sound of snapping bones might have been heard, but honestly, he was still alive, guys, it's okay. The alley wall was less so, cracks forming in the bricks behind him, though Nene didn't pay this much mind as he grabbed the guy by the scruff of his neck and hauled him off.

He wouldn't be so lenient next time.



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